Harpeth Hall School - Milestones Iris Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

Text from Pages 1 - 162 of the 1900 volume:

Ward Seminary Annual SENIOR CLASS, 1900 Not far from Olympus still Do I, when gods declare, Tidings of good or ill To trembling mortals bear. Paths happier to be trod Now lead me from above, One Master only — God; One message only — Love, QzAizuiixm To imc rohn has hem sgntpattetir in nnr trnulilrs, glad in mir good fortune, and taring alraars ; who has commanded nnr rrsjmt, inspired nur lour, and raised our ideals. To HUiss Jennings, Jin we, tin- (Class of 1900, Jlcriirntr this hook. MISS BELLE J. JENNINGS. WARD SEMINARY ' ! ' I ( was organized in 1 H(5o by Dr. William E. Ward, who, prevented by throat trouble from continuing in active ministry, by the advice of his wife rented the Kirkman residence on the corner of Summer and Cedar streets, and on September ' 2 opened a school with thirty girls present. By the succeeding March the attendance had so increased that he purchased, from Mr. W. P. Bryan, the present site on Spruce street, and there for twenty-two years was President of the Seminary. His registers for that time show that more than three thousand girls were intrusted to his care. The life of this Christian gentleman and noble worker, whose aim was the elevation of humanity, left its mark upon every home thus represented and these make his most lasting monument. Dr. Ward ' s successors were: Mr. J. ]!. Hancock; Rev. B. H. Charles, D.D.; and the present incumbent, Mr. J. D. Blanton. Through Dr. Ward ' s administration, Mr. Hancock ' s, and Dr. Charles ' , Mrs. Mary H. Robertson was Principal of the School Department. Hundreds of girls through the South remember her with grateful affection and are stronger and better women for her influence. Inspired by these influences, and by love for their Alma Mater, the Alumnae of Ward Seminary formed their Association. All will concede this most suitable, for by the quality of her work the school has won the right to be classed among the leading educational factors of the South. During the Tennessee Exposition the enthusiastic graduates succeeded in securing Wednesday, October • , for a reunion of the Alumnae, and at this the foundation of this Association was laid. On April • •! of the following year the first formal meeting was held in the chapel of the Seminary, and the Monday of Commencement week of every succeeding year was appointed Alumnae Da}-, the business meeting to be held in the afternoon, and the reception in honor of the graduating class in the evening. At the first meeting Mrs. Edward Buford was elected President ; Mrs. J. Horton Fall, Treasurer; Miss Lizzie Lee Bloomstein, Historian ; and Miss Mary Lucy Mitchell, Secretary; and for each State represented in the school a Vice President was appointed whose duty is to look after the interests of the Association in her State. The present officers of the Association are: Mrs. James M. Head, Presi- dent; Miss Lizzie Atcheson, Historian; Mrs. P. A. Shelton, Treasurer. One object of the Association is educational, and at the last meeting it was decided that a two- years ' scholarship should be given to the daughter of a member of the Association, to be conditioned upon the previous record of the candidate. Madge C. Ham,, Rec. Sec ' v Ward Seminary Alumna; Association. ajff £ WARD SEMINARY Board of Directors Gen. G. P. Thruston Mr. J. B. O ' Bryan Mr. W. C. Collier. W. G. Ewing, M.D. Mr. John Hill Eakin. President Secretary Mr. Henry Sperry. Prof. C. B. Wallace. J. D. Plunket, M.D. Mr. A. G. Adams. G. P. Thruston J. B. O ' Bryan W. G. Ewing. Executive Committee President Secretary C. B. Wallace. ' ' • ya£ i ® MOTTO : What thou lovest, that thou livest. Colors : Red and Gold. Flower : American Beauty. Officers President : Katharine Cornelia Winsiead. Vice President: Maude Selig. Secretary : Mary Earle Adams. Treasurer : Mary Jane Blue. Adams, Mary Earle, B.L., Tennessee. Diploma Elocution, 1900; Secretary of Senior Class, 1899-1900; Vice President of C. L. C, 1900; Vice President of Kodak Club, 1900. She towered fit person for a queen. Armstrong, Ellen Baxter, B.A., Virginia. Not a thought, a touch, But pure as lines of green that streak the white Of the first snowdrops ' inner leaves. Barr, Bessie, B.A., Tennessee. Treasurer of Sophomore Class, 1S98; Secretary of Junior Class, 1S99; Associate Editor of The Iris, 1900. Choice words and measured phrase above the reach of ordinary men. Beech, Virginia, B.E-, Tennessee. Diploma Elocution, igoo; President of C. L. C, 1900. Blithe of heart from week to week. Blue, Mary, B.A., Tennessee. Treasurer of Senior Class, 1900. Comfort have thou of thy merit. Burke, Mary Elizabeth, B.L., Tennessee. Modest, vet withal an elf. Cannon, Wilmoth, B.L-, Tennessee. Majestic in her person — tall and straight. Damon, Myrtle, B.A., Tennessee. Alas! Who can converse with a dumb show Dickson, Ljzzette Blanton, B.A., Tennessee. Secretary of C. L. C. ; Secretary of Chorus Club; Vice President of Kentucky Club; Secretary of S. O. Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown. Epler, Mary Steve, B.L., Illinois. President of Kodak Club. Heart and hand that move together. ' Fisher, Minnie, B.A., Tennessee. Kindly, unassuming spirit. Goans, Edna, B.A., Tennessee. A gentle maid. Hale, Kittie, B.A., Tennessee. Sweet flower. ' ' Herman, Elizabeth Ann, B.L., Tennessee. Treasurer of Kodak Club. The charm that in her manner lies Is framed to captivate, yet not surprise. Jones, Rowena, B.L,., Tennessee. President of S. O. A violet by mossy stone, Half hidden from the eve. Lacy, Sudie Parker, B.L., Tennessee. Special Music Certificate, 1900. A nun demure of lowly part. Lenox, Mamie, B.L., Tennessee. But not once her mouth she opened, Not a sinsde word she uttered. Mason, Effie, B.A., Louisiana. She riseth while it is vet nieht. McCarthy, Alma, B.L., Tennessee. Assistant Business Manager of The Iris, 1900. For the four winds blow from every coast renowned suitors. Monroe, Virgie, B.L,., Kentucky. She is more precious than rubies: And none of the things thou canst desire are to be compared unto her. Park, Madauene, B.A , Tennessee. President of Delta Sigma, 189S-1899. Flower of womankind. Patterson, Ai,ma, B.L., Tennessee. How wide the forehead ' s calm expanse ! Pryor, Mary Buchanan, B.A., Tennessee. Vice President of Junior Class, 1898-1S99; Editor in Chief of J The Iris, 1900; President of Iris Club, 1900. Of all things good, you are the best alive. Rather, Mary, B.L., Tennessee. Thine eyes are like the deep, boundless heaven. Rossek, Ray, B.A., Tennessee. ' ' A brow of pearl Tress ' d with redolent ebony In man}- dark, delicious curl. Sei.ig, Maude, B.A., Louisiana. Vice President of Senior Class, 1899-1900; President of Louisiana Club. She was a woman of stirring life. Strickland, Marian, B.L., Georgia. All our dignity lies in our thoughts. ' Thompson, Conn Overton, B.L., Tennessee. Class Prophet, 1899- 1900. Business Manager of The Iris, 1900. Let me play the fool. Williams, Isabel, B.L, . , Tennessee. Vice President of Delta Sigma ; Treasurer of Tennessee Club. Model of beauty, both in form and face. Winstead, Katharine Cornelia, B.L. , Tennessee. President of Senior Class, 1S99-.1900; Treasurer of Delta Sigma; I President of Tennessee Club. I Such strength, a dignity so fair ! Old Maid ' s Memory Book, 1925 TABERNACLE LYCEUM Friday Evening, Jan 16. MISS MAIMIE ADAMS WILL READ HAMLET PRICES, 50C TO $1.50. SEATS ON SALE THE POSTAL COMPANY ' S SYSTEM REACHES ALL IMPORTANT POINTS IN THE UNITED WH-Gjj . STATES AND BRITISH AMERICA, AND via COMMERCIAL CABLES, TO ALL THE WORLD. ' CX FOKM TELEGRAM POSTAL TELEGRAPHCABLE COMPANY. This Company transmits and d WILLIAM H. BAKER, V. P. Gen ' l Mg ; massages subject to the terms and conditions printed on the back of this blank. JOHN O. STEVENS, Sec. ALBERT B. CHANDLER, Pn 75-BM. J. Br. 10 Paid, 8:05 AM, RECEIVED AT NASHVILLE, TENN. Murfreesboro, Tenn. , 29th. Nov. 1901. (Where any reply should be sent.. Iiss Conn. 0. Thompson, Franklin Road, Nashville, Tenn. Jack and I will arrive on the ten-fifty train. KATIE NEAL DOOLITTLE. Wli. .ty i mal amc i { y(7 (a ; J ec ne r au ettencna, yr uem ei me ncnm, a a cefyefi, MARY J. BLUE, N .A., PRESID ELLEN ARMSTRONG, Secretary. MARY B. PRYOR Vice Pres THE GIRLS ' LATIN SCHOOL, L . T ™r pi T , M BOSTON. MASS. I ' ssioner General Luke Wright. .1 J. of GoodlettBville was all astir last night, the occasion being the de ' but of Miss Elizabeth Ann Herman, the charming daughter of Mrs. K. S Herman. Their beautiful home was artistically decorated with palms and cut flowers, and from be- hind a screen of evergreens strains of soft music filled the air. Miss Herman was gowned in a Parisian creation of white silk mull over taffeta, and looked the veritable queen of society that she is to be. Those receiving with Miss Herman were : Misses Burke, Lacy, Lenox, and Mrs. Tom Verasopbt (nee Madeline Park), and with their charms lent grace and enjoyment to the occasion. ' astor N. D. Hillis, of Plymouth h, Brooklv V- rcsin-ned fro - nooi Hei were for selfisr ing Eng ' the in Ja dis- tion ten semb ir Tiishi to Sistei •!p pect - tors We a n she suft, ..iiu iv [tie ..ord 01 his comfort and consolation. CANNON— BYG-ACRES. Mr. Sam. Cannon announces the be- trothal of his daughter, Miss Wilmoth P. Cannon, to Mr. Bob Byg- Acres. The monthly statement of the pub- bt, issuer ' nri ' - ;in ' - erati the theS T City Quf gust, island t Build- position, - sist of jted by | will he hundred rs will .-square. is not, y. but ;d for in- v, le. For- S750 or ad many ges, with rn cost is Yokohama, , at is now prevalent in Osaka. Tn . quarantine will be reimposed. MISS RATHER ' S HOUSE PARTY. One of the most enjoyable affairs of the season is the house pany given by Miss Eatber, the charming and attractive daughter of Mr. Rather. It is needless to say that the guests are being univer- sally admired anil entertained. Eox par- ties at the opera, luncheons, dances, drives, and amusements of every sort are being enjoyed. Among the guests are: Miss Strickland, of Georgia ; Miss Rosser and Mrs. Kittle Hale Smith, Cf Tennessee. These beautiful women are fair samples of the daughters of the South, who are everywhere admired for their charming personality. The {rreat Paris Exposition was oened pn April 14, amid much eon Tl thout. subd ' at Cf. has pn holder a sm ■with before wheat prodn Unite Lisbon the S tugu range, judgm noo. ir Eai ' Class Yew.— Rickety Rah ! Rickety Rah ! Century girls — Ha! Ha! Ha! What ' ll we be when two years have passed ? Dignified Seniors, excelling the last! Rickety Rah! Rickety Rah! Beautiful to think about, Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Class Yell- -Rickety R h! Rickety Rah! Century girls we surel • are! Rickety Rah! Rickety Ree! Bachelo -girls we ' ll never be! h of the all, has ioss oj. $100,OOU. Sevt .ho of cotton were destroyed. The losses are covered by insurance. Lexington, Oct IS.— The season be- gan here with the three-year-olds ' race, there being nine entries. The favorite, Ep, was an easy first, winning four out of five heats. Ep is owned by Miss M. Steve Epler, of Illinois, a well- known stock owner, whose horse Pry- or, it will be remembered, took the prize at the New York Horse Show corre don George H. Brush, of Ridgely, Te ■ust patented a mach ' b MATINEE Sat. Eve., Jan. 23 4 L 15 Vendome, Sat. Eve., Jan. 23 MISS ALMA MCCARTHY LA BELLE PARISIENNE Prices, $1.00 to $5.00. Seats on sale sly. life, •ires - r .V ' her . ,entj jears uict. will appear in a short time. THE BEST SELLING BOOKS. According to the foregoing lists, the six books which have sold be6t in order of demand duriDg the month are: 1. One Summer. Virginia Beech. (Scribners.) SI. 50. 2. Bayou Ballads. Maud Selig (Harpers.) $1.50. 3. The Snake Charmer ' ' Bessie Barr. (Appleton.) $1.50. 4. A Kentucky Courtship. Lizzette Dixon. (Dodd, Mead Co.) $1.25. 5. A Manly Maiden. Myrtle Da- mon. (Scribners.) SI. 50. 0. The Science of the Mind. Min- nie Fisher. (Small, Maynard Co.) S:s.50. THE FAMINE IN INDIA Nearly everybody, I suppose, is war of ; fty mi : ile are sell Engl in .7 Bi Sist, TAKEN ON MY FORTIETH BIRTHDAY. C I Flower Purple and White Violets. Colors Yale Blue and White. «£ Officers President : Kate Warren Chadwell. Vice President : Freddie Mae Schamberger. Secretary : Rebekah Kinnard. Treasurer : Mary A.nna GauT. Jane Berry. Black are her eye; s the berry that grows n the thorn by th ' avside. Kate Chadweel. She that does good for good ' s sake seeks neither praise nor re- Maude Bush. Dreams in her large Hattie Cunningham. Silence is a true friend Jane Biles. A generous soul nshinetotheiuiud. WiEUE Cowan. Slow in considering, but resolute in action. Margie Lin Caedweei Good humor is the clear, blue sky of the soul. Kindnes: shall win m; Jessie Gant. The voice is the flov Georgia Hickerson. I to account. ' Celeste Harrison. ' l Sweet expression is the highest type of fe- male loveliness. Fannie Hutcheson. I know what study Mary Gaut. who has much akesmostof her Edith Holland. Work first, and then Hermine IIaykrkamp. Under a free brain gladly beats a free heart. Rebekah Kinnard. The fairness of her face no tongue can tell. Wary Louise Love. ' Her face is full of rth, the overflowing Lettie Owen. Patience and time o more than strength - passion, Maggie Bell Morrow. In thy heart the dew of youth. On thy lips the smile of truth. Eddie Rikves. he unspoken word does harm. Met a Mitchell. Maiden with the neek brown eves. Least in size, b not in knowledge. Claire Odil. ' A lovely girl is above Ll ' LA RlEVES. Ruth Rosskr. To be honest is to be om picked out of ten thousand. ' Lillian Scott. It is good to be cli£ itable. Martha Tappan. When women wish to carry a point, thev dare anything and ev- erything. Maggie May Wilson. Individuality is everywhere to be respected. Freddie Schamberger. ture in her face but : a copious theme. JANE W ATKINS. Tresses like the Mary Keene Shackleford. Her words are trusty heralds to her mind. Kate Wooten. The ideal of beauty consists in simplicity and repose. ' ' BROOKS SPIVEY.— Her cheeks are like apples that the sun has ruddied. ' NEU.IE WEISE— O faithful conscience ! Colors — Green and Gold. Flower — Marshal Niel Rose. Motto — Loyaute m ' oblige. J Class Officers President - Vice President Secretary Treasurer Mary Cheatham Jane Tillman Nannie Overton Elizabeth Glenn Class of 1902 Class Roll Emma Berry. Mildred Bronson. Martha Carrol. Florence Clancev. Mary Cheatham. Bessie Dunbar. Elizabeth Glenn. Mattie Goodpasture. Pearl Gunter. Bessie Heffley. Kathryn Hart. Hazel Hirsch. Annie Huey. Mary Hughes. Fedora Jonas. Mattie Lou Mann. Anna McCampbell. Mary Sue Meadors. Mabel Murray. Agnes O ' Bryan. Edith O ' Neil. Nannie Overton. Sadie Peck. Maud Ridley. Louise Shwab. Theo. Scruggs. Alva Scudday. Adine Smith. Maud Stebbins. Liza Tally. Lena Tamble. Ida Thompson. Jane Tillman. Mary Webb. Lillian Williams. Floyd Wilson. Maud Wilson. Sue Yarbrough. One-Minute Biographies — Sophomore Class NAME . N „ KNAME . FAVORITE STUDY. FAVORITE OCCUPATION. VLT.MATUM. Emma Berry. Sport. Primping. Writing compositions. Old maid. Mildred Bronson. David. Human nature. Copying Paradise Lost. Vassar professor. Martha Carrol. Biddy. Cooking. Riding a white horse. Arkansas traveler. Florence Clancey. Dumpy Singing. Going to church. A Sutherland sister. Mary Cheatham. Teen. Thirty-nine articles. Riding a wheel. Clergyman ' s wife. Bessie Dunbar. Norwegian Pine. Bach. Practicing. Music teacher. Elizabeth Glenn. Jonathan. Composition outlines Reading Caesar. Society belle. Mattie Goodpasture. Daisy. Painting. Tending sheep. Milkmaid. Pearl Gunter. Pearline. How to scrub. Has none. Housekeeper. Bessie Heffley. Bouncer. Latin. Taking gymnasium. Congressman ' s wife. Kathryn Hart. Loviedove. Poetry. Palpitating. Valt- ntine composer. Hazel Hirsch. Petite. New York styles. Standing on corners. Baroness. Mary Hughes. ■•Skinny. Algebra. Prescribing. Doctor. Annie Huky. It. Gymnastics. Going to C. E. A foolish virgin. Fedora Jonas. Fren chy. Fashions. Traveling. Concert player. Mattie Lou Mann. Pink. Vicar of Wakefield. Playing tennis. Florist. Anna McCampell. Fatty. Elocution. Dancing. Trained nurse. Mary Sue Meadors. Simple. Bible. Telling the truth. Missionary. Mabel Murray. Chicarine. Boys. Grumbling. Fat woman in museum. Agnes O ' Bryan. Vanity. Curling her hair. Playing cards. New woman. Nannie Overton. The Wicked. Getting out of her lessons. Flirting. Ballet dancer. Sadie Peck. Cutie. Measuring. Parading the streets. French actress. Maud Ridley. Sweetheart. How to ride on the train. Avoiding boys. Hairdresser. Louise Shwab. Weesy. Ragtime. Standing before a mirror. French countess. Theo. Scruggs. Lilliputian. Arrangement of rats. Reciting. Teacher. Alva Scuddy. Miss Knowall. Everything. Bragging. Knowledge box. Adine Smith. The Great. Genealogy. Leading cotillions. Globe trotter. Maud Stebbins. Freaky. Her costumes. Setting alarm at li A.M. Rip Van Winkle II. Liza Tally. Bean Pole. How to grow tall. Riding on a tallyho. Typewriter. Lena Tamble. Lena Way Back. Street car schedules. Being vaccinated. Governess. Ida Thompson. Togologa. Man. Going to football games. Baltimore belle. Jane Tillman. Curiosity. Learning to ride a horse. Asking questions. Circus rider. Mary Webb. Judy. Driving. Wearing class colors. Preacher. Lillian Williams. WalkingEneyclopedia. Her appea ranee. Singing. College girl. Floyd Wilson. •Possum. D. Q. R. Regulations. Posing. Photographer. Maud Wilson. Cassandra Slim. Astronomy. Knitting. Bachelor girl. Sue Yarbrough. Dago. Arrangement of her hair. Riding on the street car. Evangelist. n n ry Motto — To be, not to seem. Fi.ower— Pink Carnation. Colors— Pink and Green. Officers Mary Miller Blanton Sadie L,indsley Warner . Mary Fite Turley Fannie May Witherspoon President I ' ice President Secretary Treasurer Class of 1903 Class Roll Lollie Baisden. Maggie May Beaty. Sarah Berry. Mary Miller Blanton. Alice Carroll. Emma Gale Craig - . Helen Crandall. Frances Harris. Lula May Hayues. Binnie Carter Hodge. Lyda Jackson. Laura Belle Malone. Theresa McGavock. Sarah Morgan. Mary Tom Odil. Clara Park. Mamie Plicque. Mary Sanders. Ethel Smith. Laura Kate Thomas. Valery Trudeau. Mary Fite Turley. Sadie Lindsley Warner. Sarah Wendel. Gertrude Bowling Whitworth. Fannie May Witherspoon. xMi 19 0- Wjjj$|§££ Freshman Class Prophecy D :(sr ' N the year 1900 a member of the Freshman Class of Ward Seminary, who shall herein be nameless, being taken with a convenient indisposition, was sent to the infirmary for repairs. She had provided herself with a ball of twine in order to facilitate the trans- portation of a large bunch of bananas from the street below, which she considered necessary to one in her delicate state of health. When darkness spread her sable wings over the mediseval castle known as Ward Seminary, she carefully tied her curling tongs to the end of the twine and lowered them until she heard their click upon the pavement. Giving them a slight upward jerk, she realized that her fish was firmly hooked, and began to haul in. The catch must be a large one, she thought, for ' twas very heavy. She was somewhat startled at the ap- pearance of a head at the end of the line; but, pulling it over the window sill, bhe discovered that it was a fragment of what appeared to have been an ancient piece of sculpture, made of hollow bronze. The face, which was sphinxlike, had opalescent eyes of some peculiar translucent stone, and bore an inscription in Etruscan, which she readily translated, and which ran as follows : If you look me in the eye, You the future will descry; Whisper name into mine ear, And ' twill all to you appear. How this weird and occult talisman came into the possession of the writer she is not permitted to state. The secrets of banana raising must not be given to the public. Let it be sufficient to say that one dark and stormy night, when the moon was full, Jupiter was eating crabs, Mars had a quarrel on with the twins, Neptune had accidentally stuck his trident through the tail of the bear, and Venus was wandering through the asteroids, she, the writer, ensconced in her lonely tower, resolved to consult the fates in regard to I he futures of her beloved classmates. Hastily whispering a name into the ear of the image, she gazed into its eyes and beheld a vast auditorium filled with a large and enthusiastic crowd. At length a figure appeared upon the stage, a woman dressed in while. For a moment only, the crowd was strangely silent, then the people seemed to shake the very foundations of the building with their tumultuous applause. This is no small wonder; for before them stands the world-famous young violinist, Mile. Marie de Blantonousky! Again she gazed; the scene had changed. A brilliantly illumined palace hall met her view. The lovely young Duchess of Wheelbarrow and her friend, the Duchess of Cannot, were being presented to Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. She looked more closely and was startled, for in their faces she found something quite familiar. All was clear. In them she recognized Sadie Warner and Laura Kate Thomas, formerly of Nashville, Tenn. This time no concert hall nor enchanting court scene greets her gaze ; but a convent, bleak and drear! What would she find at this uninviting spot ? Presently, from the principal entrance issued, clothed in robes of black, the beloved and honored Mother Superior. ' Tvvas her old friend, Valery; but O how changed! How little did she think to find her here! Valery, so full of life, of unconquerable, overflowing spirits, a nun — stately, steadfast, and demure — all in a robe of dark- est grain ! How time can alter one ! Looking once more into the wonderful eyes, she saw the interior of one of Nashville ' s most magnificent churches, beautifully decorated with evergreens and the season ' s choicest blossoms. ' Twas the wedding day of Sarah Morgan, one; of Tennessee ' s fairest and most gifted daughters. The bridegroom was a promising young physician. Beautiful was the blushing bride, and equally so the maid of honor, Mamie Plicque, who is also a leader in Nashville society. A scientist was Lyda Jackson, of deep and erudite mien, the possessor of much esoteric wis- dom, and highly respected by her fellow-scientists. Helen Crandall, she found to be occupied as lady principal in a celebrated seminar} ' for young ladies. She was living a successful life, and seemed contented and happy. Associated with her as teachers were Sarah Wendell and Lollie Baisden. Suddenly before her eyes there appeared a procession of kings and other royal personages bearing garlands and palms. On a gorgeous throne in the background sat a figure in robes of green. Over her head, in incandescent lights, flashed out the word ' ' fame. The procession ap- proached and laid their offerings at her feet. The observer had just time to distinguish the classic features of Mary Fite Turley, when darkness came to her relief. Theresa McGavock she saw as a blooming young matron occupied with sweet home duties. Ethel Smith ' s keen wit had placed her in the position of editor of Puck, and well did she fill her place. Frances Harris had become a poet of sweet and charming personality, and was fast taking her highly merited stand among poets of every tongue. Mary Saunders had developed into a learned Latin and Greek scholar, and spent her days in digging up old monuments and deciphering their inscriptions. A great volume of smoke obscured the view. When it cleared, a battlefield, with all its horrors, presented itself. Soothing the groans of the dying, dressing wounds, and performing offices for the dead, were to be seen members of the Red Cross Society. Foremost among them, she dis- covered Mary Tom Odil, whose gentle face was loved by all with whom she came in contact. Bennie Hodge a brilliant journalist had become, and her name was famous throughout the entire world. Much might be said of Laura Malone ' s historical works, but the fact that they were to be found classed with Gibbon ' s Rome, and Guizot ' s France, speaks for itself. Sarah Berry was an artist of great promise and rare and singular genius, and Emma Gayle Craig ' s voice had made her a second Patti. Gertrude Whitworth had graduated at Vassar, and attained great honors there ; while Alice Carroll was spending the winter in New York, giving a series of successful musical entertainments. Next the eyes of the image showed her the interior of an enormous theater, upon which was being played, with great feeling, Romeo and Juliet. The leading lady she recognized as Maggie May Beaty, an actress of great note. Clara Park she found as a woman ' s rights advocate, and her eloquent appeals were heard throughout all the country. Lula May Hayues was the wife of a well-to-do banker, and was living in great state. The fate of all, save herself, had now been revealed. Raising the image in her trembling fin- gers, she attempted to put it to her eyes ; but her hold upon it had been very slight, and in a mo- ment she beheld it in a thousand pieces at her feet. Alas! Alas! she cried. What have I done? My fate is sealed from me forever! And with this she sank upon the floor in a swoon. Fannie May Withkrspoon. Jo f e elight Tl BUSHED Y COMPOSED 3Y jYeaericjL } To the Senior Class 1S99-1900. Ward Seminary, Nashville, Tenn. HEART ' S DELIGHT. TWO-STEP. Composed by FREDERIC EMERSON FARRAR. sagg tt£=n -m ,TcS : EiESE =ff == rff: t r t r fe£= aE s f -.-£ A S A L, F=F : = — 3i=f!= S=  -s r—i- ,— j— -4- I l-pg lj . p m m_ ? 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Advanced Club Swin All lady friends of the school . cordially invited. «- h zc7cc z 7e3 . ,ypted,i tvqrce ' cick.So tz _ VLo.?rKoe; ■ SI . 5_y ,c io 7 o ' (o ,locr.ti£ ii ' . yfrUJii ' ffrrny Orr jt e ■SYc aniJ , t ,en-n ' . ■VnidS 7 ,trf f,nr.a S£ .,ttnca.m ' t_Jc) eecn , i s enw . LUard Scminaro (Commencement MAY 17-30, 1900 Thursday, May 17, 8 p.m. Recital. — Pupils of Miss Mcllwaine. Friday, May 18, 8 p.m. Recital. — Pupils of Miss Geary. Saturday, May 19, 8 p.m. Recital. — Pupils of Miss Cosgrove and Mr. Allen. Monday, May 21, 8 p.m. Recital. — Pupils of Mr. Starr and Miss Caldwell. Tuesday, May 22, 8 p.m. Graduate Recital. — Piano and Voice, Miss Little. Thursday, May 24, 8 p.m. Annual Recital. — Elocution, The Princess. Friday, May 25, 8 p.m. Recital. — Pupils of Mrs. Randle. Saturday, May 26, 3 to 6 ; 8 to 10 p.m. — Art Reception. Sunday, May 27, 1 1 A.M. Baccalaureate Sermon, Rev. Jas. I. Vance, D.D. Monday, May 28, 8 p.m. AIuviiub Reception to Senior Class. Tuesday, May 29, S to 10 p.m. Graduate Recital. — Music and Elocution. Wednesday, May 30, n a.m. Address to Graduates, Professor William Spencer Currell, Ph.D. Conferring Diplomas. Clang, Clang, Clang! (With apologies to Tennyson) LANG, Clang, Clang! I hear thy call, bell, And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that within me dwell; For I know I am late for breakfast, And I feel that stony stare That comes from the angry teacher— A warning, I ' d best take care. But, still, I am always tardy, Though I honestly, earnestly strive To get up when I hear that gong ring. And be there at six fifty-five. Clang, clang, clang! Comes sharply again to my ears, And it always has this meaning: A lecture, repentance, and — tears. — Isabel Williams The Seniors Story WAS the night for our club to meet in my room. Mr. Blanton had very kindly permitted us to form the club, with the provision that its meetings were not to interfere with our college duties; in fact, though no such admission was ever made in so many words, he permitted the club to exist sub rosa in the Seminary. It was a story-tellers ' club. Each member was put under solemn obligation to hatch up a story and tell it at some meeting. This had been the order pursued by the others until my turn was now due. I had racked my brain for the last several months trying to evolve some fabrication from my un- imaginative mind, and I felt that I had not only failed, but must certainty continue to fail in the future. I had never been able to tell a story when it had been produced by some one else, and the task of making the story and telling it, too, seemed ridiculously far beyond me. Now that my fate was staring me in the face, I felt deeply conscious that I had been almost a traitor to permit myself to join a story-tellers ' club. To tell the whole truth, I had had at each meeting qualms of conscience ; had felt my guilt, but not sufficiently keen to stick to my half-formed resolution to confess and resign. So I had not done it. I had listened to the stories told by the others in turn with varied and conflicting sensations, first with wondering approval, and then with fault-finding disapproval. It was so easj ' , as I looked back upon it, to sit in judgment upon the efforts of othe rs, and yet now I realized with a vengeance that to criticise and find fault is, after all, easier than to do better oneself. Therefore, I sat in my room almost prostrated with the overwhelming sense of inability to do as well as those I had thought in my ignorant pride were so imperfectly filling- the bill ol the club ' s demand. At the thought of the ordeal so rap- idly approaching, the cold, clammy perspiration came out on my hands and feet. If Miss Carter had come in on me then, and, doubting my state of health, had put her educated touch upon me, I am sure she would have pronounced me suffering with a chill, possibly a congestive chill, or even approaching death. For the sake of the privacy we were tacitly allowed to meet late, our meetings sometimes lasting for an hour or two after lights were out. I had gone up to my fourth-story room, south wing, at once after supper. That awful coming event had already begun to cast its baleful shadow over me, and I felt I must get off for a while to bring myself into some composure, if possible. It was all in vain. Disgrace, as I felt it, like an avenging Nemesis, was just behind me. I, the very last of the ten, was about to make the first failure. I realized now that the poor- est effort, that one that I had thought so imperfect, was as beautiful as a dream of happiness and as perfect as an ideal fancy from the poet ' s heart on fire with his theme. My mind would not or could not work, and my memory, usually so good to help me, was a perfect blank; so, like a rud- derless vessel, I drifted to my fate. Hush ! Was that the step of the first member ? No, nothing but the hungry wandering of a mouse. I could not repress a ghastly smile at the thought of a mouse, of all living things, wan- dering about in a college for young ladies. Thus, it is said, men will sometimes go to death with a smile on their lips. But that smile seemed to loosen something inside of me, and, much to ' my joy, I felt a wave of blood leave my heart and run through me, carrying warmth and (what was more important) a feeling of renewed life. Strange to say, I felt confidence growing in me, although I could not tell upon what basis it developed, and was not inclined to take time to analyze it. I was too deeply grateful that I was to meet my fate in a better frame of mind, to say the least, and I just shut my eyes with those joy bells ringing in my ears and enjoyed that thrill of satis- faction to the fullest extent. The next moment I opened my eyes glowing with delight, for when my lids shut out my lamp and the fire light I saw a vision. Never mind what it was; that will come later; but that glimpse was like a peep into heaven. I wanted to sing, to shout, to dance, to tumble on the bed — wanted to do everything a well-ordered Senior ought not to do — and I had hard work to hold myself in check. The prisoner sentenced to die, standing with the yawning grave just behind him, momentarily expecting the flash of the rifles, never received his reprieve with a greater shock of joy than I did when I realized that my pride was not to tumble to the dust. Now I would welcome the ordeal and feel satisfied with any outcome. The critic in me was dead, and my soul leaped within me as the man whose faith had made him whole. I felt I had passed a crisis in my life which would exert a humanizing influence to its latest years. What a respect for others had grown within me! What a charity — wide, liberal, generous! So happy and elated did I feel that I sat there with almost palpitating breath to enjoy the luxury of a good think before the quiet assembling of the club Back and forth along my college course, now so soon to close, my mind flew like the busy shuttle of the weaver. The glowing radiance that the future had suddenly taken, seemed to glow along the pathway of the years behind me also, and the successive gradations of my intellectual training seemed suddenly to assume definite propor- tions and to flame with vivid meaning. I felt as if my mind had hitherto been asleep and had just now awakened to the sunlight of a fully developed strength. I felt that the attitude that had formerly been mine toward classmates and teachers had somehow changed. They were, of course, untouched; so it must be that I had undergone this wonderful, all-pervading change. As I thrilled through and through with my new-found ecstasy, I felt that I resembled 1113 ' old self less than the airy butterfly resembles the ugh - chrysalis from which it has just escaped. The past took on a fuller meaning; the future offered an illimitable opportunity. As my mental — and, I might add, my soul — exaltation increased, I felt I must fill my lungs with more of life ' s elixir, and so I threw my head back to get a deep breath, when I lost my balance and fell from the chair. My castle in Spain was all a dream, and the crushing sense of my impending degradation rolled like an icy avalanche upon me. D. R. S. The Violin ' s Story I lie forgotten in these walls, Where even sunshine may not stray, So closely doth the yellow earth Bar out the light of dav. Across my hreast the broken bow Rests idly — it has lain for years- And one by one my silver strings Have fallen mute as tears. Yet he, my master, as he played Across my throbbing bosom, pressed His slender fingers, and his curls Upon my heart were wont to rest. He wandered ' neath the gold and blue Of Andalusia ' s sunny skies, And ever into song caressed The cadence of our mingling sighs. And I, a violin, brown with mold, Yet time hath sweetened by her tread, Within this narrow box, and by The side of him, my master — dead! They found him at the fountain ' s brink, And cold upon my arching breast His lips; and I, a violin, mute, Upon his young, dead heart was pressed. And here within the grassy rod, Beyond the busy liyes of men, Alone with Nature and with God, They buried us beneath the fen. And with the chill of setting sun I hear across the fallow marsh The long-beaked crane her wand ' ring mate Recall with wild notes weird and harsh. Here, where the blushing jasmine binds The willow with her twisted arms, I slumber in the silent clay Beneath the green and spreading palm. And here his spirit softly comes To greet me with the love of years, And as the pale moon waxeth old, We meet and linger with our tears. Soon, soon my form shall crumbling die, And mingle with the loamy earth; The flowered moor, the stagnant tarn, Shall giye a modern city birth! ' Will Progress mark her changes here By era of the harp and pen ? Will nations meet upon the soil That once has been our lonely fen ? The anthems of forgotten years. In time shall live again to prove That still upon his heart there lies A dead musician ' s only love. — Garnet Noel. Our Pound Party BREATHLESS hush fell upon us all when Nydia Rutledge sat up straight, her eyes glowing like coals of fire in a face almost ashen witli emotion. We felt that something was coming. Somehow the silence before a storm burst was the feeling that had been insensibly growing in our minds, as we saw her flush and pale with alternate waves of suppressed excitement. Our gathering was rather unique Strictly against Seminar) ' rules, we had conspired to give this strange, self- poised girl a treat, garnished with a genuine surprise. It was just at the close of the Christ- mas holiday vacation, when the boxes of good tilings were almost emptied of their hoarded goodies. It had been noticed that Nydia Rutledge had not received any box from home. When this was seen and fully realized, we more fortunate ones felt a sympathetic tenderness come over us toward her; yet, however genuine the feeling, none of us could have spoken to her. She had held everybody at arm ' s reach, as we then decided, although no consciousness of any feeling of coldness was present to any one. It was just known to be the case when the subject was discussed, and that was all there was to it. Ways and means were privately discussed as to how we could best contribute at least the remnants of our Christmas dainties to her pleasure. When the prop- osition was made it was adopted unanimously, and it seemed the easiest thing in the world to do; but by the time we had rejected some half dozen schemes as not suitable, it began to dawn upon us that it was the hardest kind of thin,!; to do. We had all known her and liked her in a general way; but upon the demand being made for volunteers to do something tangible, it developed that she had not been intimate with any one of us or any one of her other schoolmates. Therefore our good intention seemed about to die of congenital lack of vitality. At last, however, some genius — I believe it was Miss Peck, though I am not certain — suggested that we might give her a surprise party some night, and each one was to contribute what she had or what she thought best. I called it a pound patty, but the girls laughed that out of countenance, because some of them did not have a pound of anything left, lint, anyway, call it what you please, we decided to drop in on her some night and have a feast as the closing event of our holiday vacation. Ill our little world it does not take long to mature a plan, especially if it has anything to do with eating, and by the following night, like a band of conspirators, we slipped along the corri- dors to her room. I think at first she was inclined to disregard our leader ' s knock, thinking it was some prank; but the certain, confident tone it next assumed opened the door at once. She showed surprise, if not annoyance, also, at the sight that met her gaze, but in the next moment we were invited in. Six girls in one room, and that not the biggest, are a good many, and it took some diplomatic as well as unconventional managing to get us all seated. Without prelimi- naries our leader stated the object of the meeting, just as in one of our literary societies. I tell you, it took a good one to keep right on beyond the danger line, as she did, when Nydia began to stiffen and freeze as the full import of our call dawned upon her. But we had not reckoned with- out our host, and she was just compelled to understand that our hearts were right, whatever our methods lacked. All the returns, as I called them, were in by the time our peace was fully estab- lished, and- the top of her small center table was covered with fruit cake, sardines, raisins, marsh mallows, and so on, until it would have made the mouth of a cannon water to have seen the spread. Opening our mouths seemed to open our hearts — or just the reverse, if it suits you better — and the icv atmosphere rose in temperature at a rapid rate. Conventionality flew out of the win- dow, and joyous hilarity ruled in its stead. Our talk rambled as inclination or impulse, especially the latter, dictated; and, but for that occasional something that Nydia seemed to swell with, all was as serene as could be. No one seemed to notice her or to fear any accident, yet all of us were perfectly prepared for something, if not anything, when that hush which I have mentioned fell upon us. Nydia had straightened up with talk in her manner and a strange combination of con- flicting emotions was playing changes on her face. Girls, she began, now that our feast is about over, I feel that I ought to do more than thank you. I find my heart so full of varying surges of inclination that it is almost impossible for me to articulate at all. I may not say what I wish to; in fact, I feel that I cannot; but because I so fulh r appreciate your kind intentions I feel that I must fail trying to do my best to that end. I realize more fully than you think how this tangible kindness is only the outward manifestation of your intangible good will, and I know the sympathetic hearts that throb back of this pleasant little party. I feel, too, that the foolish pride which all but caused me to treat you rudely at the outset should be atoned for by a confidence from me to you. This confidence must take the form of a complete life story, which, when fully in your possession, will, I believe, explain much that may have mystified you and others of my schoolmates. Before I can remember, my father, a well- to-do merchant in Charleston, S. C, lost almost everything he possessed in an unfortunate trade. With flaming pride he collected what was left and went over the Blue Ridge and settled, with wife and child, on a modest farm hidden in one of the deep coves on the Tennessee side of the Great Smoky Mountains. Their pride of birth and educational incompatibility with their neighbors iso- lated them from almost all associations. There, on the bank of the Little Tennessee River, I was reared, with no friends but my parents and no companions but my soaring aspirations. As a child I pined for the opportunity of education almost without knowing its import. As far as my parents could teach me, I was taught; but the wings of my ambition were only strengthened by such in- struction, and I found myself soaring up to the sky line of the Smokies with a never- weakening desire for learning. It is most likely true that none of you have felt what I am trying to depict, and I humbly pray that it is so. After years of beating fruitlessly at the bars of my cage, as it were, a chance came like a providential gift. One day, while aimlessly strolling along the valley road, I picked up a scrap of newspaper, and just as aimlessly commenced to read it. That was four years ago, before I com- menced here, and seems almost a dream of another and former existence. She paused for a moment, and her fine eyes were filled with a soft light of reminiscence. We were dumb in the presence of this noble girl thus revealing— for the first time, doubtless — the cherished, companion secret of her girlhood. In a moment, with a perceptible start, she returned to us and resumed her narrative. That scrap of paper contained an account of the finding of pearls i n Stone River, a tribu- tary of the Cumberland, that flows by this city. It was a message from the outside world, and as such arrested my attention, and I read with rising interest of how the people along its banks were seeking pearls in the common mussels found in the shallows of that stream. Already pearls had been found worth hundreds of dollars to the dealers in the cities. Until I had quite finished its perusal no thought of its having a personal interest to me came into my mind, but then in a flash I was transfixed with the idea that here my chance had come. The Little Tennessee River, a tributary of the Tennessee, was filled with sand bars upon which I had known for years those same fresh-water mussels abounded. Many a time I had waded, more like a solitary boy than a girl, into the water, and pulled them out of their beds for the idlest pastime. Now the very sug- gestion that they might contain pearls, pearls with a money value, caused me to pant with a new- bnrn hope. I was impatient to be at the work of finding out, and before I went home at twilight I had piled up a half bushel or more along the sandy bank. Almost bursting with my secret, I could hardly wait for the early breakfast before returning to my search. Armed with an old hatchet, I hurried to my work of exploring those mussels, and the fire of my ardor refused to be dimmed by the continued disappointments that repaid my labors. But when my fingers were beginning to show the effects of sharp edges and awkward blows, I came upon a pearl, a genuine pearl — not very large, to be sure, but as a warrant that there were others to be had sufficiently alluring. Days and weeks were filled with my persistent search, and one shallow after another was almost depleted of its suppl) ' , and yet my zeal knew no abatement. The good-natured chaffing of my parents gradually died out before the pile of pearls that steadily grew from day to day, and my hopes rose as their number and fineness increased. Ever} ' pearl to me was an added pillar in the temple of my cherished ambition, and visions of a college career began to take definite out- line in m) ' daydreams. When I had about exhausted the resources of the river, as far as I could conscientiously claim, I began to take stock of my treasures. I knew nothing of the value of pearls, and yet, ignorant as I was, I knew I had enough to bring several thousand dollars at a proper valuation. Then I declared my ambition at home. My father wrote a description of the best and largest I had to Tiffany ' s, and received a letter giving a probable valuation at twenty-five hundred dollars. My heart stood still within me when he opened that communication, and as he read I almost fainted with the sunburst of joy that flooded my soul with its radiance. As I look back upon that beautiful morning in late summer, now four short years ago, I am sure I felt like the Peri when the tears of repentance opened the crystal gate of paradise for her triumphal entrance. It seemed to me my task was done, and yet, as I ' ve found out since, it was really just beginning. Mr. Blanton kindly agreed to accept most of my hoarded treasures as pay- ment in full of my tuition, and I am soon to reap the harvest of a long-cherished hope in my diploma. The fear that ever hung like the sword of Damocles over my head, that after all it might not be real, that some day I might wake to find it all a dream too beautiful to last, has kept me from yielding to the attractions and relaxations that might have made my life here so much more enjoyable. This has been the cause of my seeming lack of personal interest in my classmates and all human surroundings. But now that you have, by a fortune happy to me, broken through my reserve, I feel that the few remaining months we shall be together will be the happiest of my life. Again I thank you from the bottom of my heart, that can feel, if it cannot express, all the thoughts that arise iu me. Do you know, when she stopped talking somebody caught her and kissed her, and that ' ' pound party of ours turned out a regular old-fashioned love feast, and we all slipped out of her room too full of happiness to say a word! D. R. S. Teacher (to a caller) : Mr. Dale, do you know Alice Arnett ' s brother, the minister: Mr. Dale : Did you say he was a ' D.D.? ' Teacher: Really, I do not know his initials. Recipe for a Senior Essay. — Soak a small brain in a copy of the Iliad for two weeks; take it out and hurriedly stir in it a large cup of Encyclopedia Britannica; into this sprinkle a tea- spoonful of quotations, and one-half drop of thought: flavor this with a stub pen and a little board- ing school ink, not too strong; garnish this with a handful of commas and periods, and serve warm. Serenade HE moon sifts down her powd ' ry beam, In elfin dance on rippling stream; And gurgling waters, low and far, Beat time to note of light guitar; Ecoute, petite ! comes soft and sweet, Je t ' aime, m ' ainie, je t ' aime. ' Neath lattice dark lurks shadowy cloak, Vines softly part at stealthy stroke, And swift appears, through moonlight sheen, A slender hand, the leaves between. ' Tiens! petite mid scurrying feet ' Je t ' aime, eheri, je t ' aime! The terrace spurned in agile bound, The balcon rail with grace is found, And ardent fingers eager clasp A snow-white rose in baffled grasp. Adieu, petite ! si)- winds repeat, Je t ' aime, ma vie, je t ' aime. Effie Mason. A Story of the Pink Silk WAS pink, just a delicate rose tint. I was a piece of silk. I lay on a counter in a great store. One day the clerk took me down to show to a fat old lady. When he draped me and pointed out my beautiful color and luster, I trembled; for I was afraid I was going to be bought, and how could I ever beautify that wrinkled old woman ? I was measured, folded, and sent upstairs. I was bought. I was car- ried a long distance, blindfolded with brown paper. After that I was cut and sewed and twisted ; and all the while I wept bitterly. I could have borne the pain if it hadn ' t been I knew it would all have to be done over again; for they were making me en- tirely too small for the fat old woman. At last I was finished, and — O, what delight! — I wasn ' t for my purchaser at all, but for the sweetest, daintiest girl I ever saw. She was going to a party, and I was so glad I was going, too. When she and I were at our prettiest, we went downstairs; and her brother — it must have been her brother — kissed her and called her Little Rosebud. The party was so much fun. I coquetted all evening with the broadcloths, and so did my mistress. I must have been so interested in them for a while that I forgot my mistress, for some- thing happened that night — I never knew what. That night was the last time I ever saw her. There followed an age of darkness. It might have been a century, for when the light shone on me again, my beautiful color had faded. I felt dizzy and dazed in the brightness. I passed through a terrible place whose horrors I cannot bear to relate. I came forth uniform in color — a dark blue. I had a new mistress — not the laughing, dancing Rosebud, but a pale, sad girl. She prized me highly and handled me with the greatest care. Ever)- Sunday we went to church, and on our return I was put away until the succeeding Sunday. We did this Sabbath after Sabbath for years. I grew old and very weak. At some places I could scarcely hold together. I became very tired and felt like giving it up altogether; then I thought of the staid, quiet girl, and won- dered if she didn ' t get very tired, too, and if she didn ' t want to give it up. I was very sorry for her. Her life was just as monotonous as mine. One day, very suddenly, I did give wa) ' in so many places that I couldn ' t be worn any more. Then the silent, blonde girl made me into a sofa cushion. When she lays her colorless cheek against me, weaker and more tired than she, I soothe and help her all I can. I heard her say once that I first belonged to an aunt of hers; and then there was a story, but her soft voice became so very soft that I could not hear it. Sometimes, when the fire burns brightly and I am alone, I dream of the party, the bright lights, and my beautiful mistress. Bessie Barr. Our Annual Christmas Tree OR many years it has been the custom of Ward Seminary to have a Christmas tree during the holidays for the pupils. Last year it was suggested that the tree and presents be contributed by the girls to some less fortunate than themselves. The plan was so enthusiastically received and successfully carried out that this year it was adopted again. The names and ages of about two hundred boys and girls were sent in by the Nashville Relief Society, so the Purchasing Committee were not working blindly when they bought the toys. A very pleasant evening was spent in dressing the dolls for the chil- dren. It was a merry scene — a hundred or more girls, their tongues going as fast as their needles, dressing almost as many flaxen-haired, blue-eyed dolls. Materials were furnished by the Christian Endeavor Society. Misses Epler and Smith won the prize for the best-dressed doll. Friday before Christmas every one was bus) ' decorating the tree and labeling the presents. Eleven o ' clock Saturday morning was the time for the celebration, but a great number of children were in the chapel even an hour before time. The tree was on the platform, but was hid- den by curtains. These, however, did not keep many children on the front rows from peeping under to see what was in store for them. At last ever} ' one was in his place, and after a carol was sung, Dr. Eandrith read a Scripture lesson and was followed by Dr. Matthews in prayer. Then the curtains were drawn aside, and what a sight met the eyes of the eager children! An evergreen reaching from floor to ceiling, decorated with pop corn, red berries, and chains of bright-colored paper — the work of the little folks of the Primary Department! Gay tinsel chains, vari-colored balls, and brightly burning candles added to the beauty of the tree. On one side was a large pyramid of dolls, especially attractive to the girls; on the other were wagons, tool chests, horses, balls, and other things that are dear to a boy ' s heart. In response to their names, each one came forward and received the gifts, fruit, and candy. One old lady was there who was seventy-two years old, but had never seen a Christmas tree before. She received her present, also, and went home, with many others, very happy and grate- ful for the pleasure given her. Mary Blanton. A Ward Girl ' s Version of The Psalm of Life ' ELL rue not in accents joyous, Girls are put here just for fun — Just to laugh, and talk, and frolic From early morn till set of sun. A girl must work, and she must study, With diploma as her goal; 1 Dunce thou art, and dunce remaiuest, Was not spoken of her soul. Here at Ward ' s we think and ponder On our Latin, Math., and Greek, From September until May days, As some knowledge we do seek. Days are long, and lessons longer. And our hearts, though brave and strong, Fail us when Miss Chapman tells us: Write these topics well and long. Ill the chapel reigns Hiss Jennings, And full often does remind ns: ' Do not talk and run about, girls; Rules of thoughtfulness must bind us We must trust not to the future, For we know not when to look For a hard and horrid test On some deep, absorbing book. Let us, then, be up and doing, With one happy end in view — That some day we ' ll have it told us: Hearken, Seniors! You are through. — M. B. Music ' Music hath charms, some one did sing, ' To soothe the savage breast. ' ' O, if he knew how these halls ring — Ring with a wild unrest Of Etudes, Studies, Fugue, Sonata, By Mozart, Mendelssohn, and Schumann — He ' d think that savage was a martyr, And that his ear was scarcely human, If he were soothed hy such wild sounds As from the practice hall resounds. — Virgie Monroe. to w .11. vS . 4 Music Weather Report for one Week SUNDAY. — Fair, but temperature falling toward night. MONDAY.— Zero! ! ! TUESDAY (Bible Day ).— Weather rather gloomy. WEDNESDAY (Psychology Day).— Very threatening, with strong east wind blowing. THURSDAY (Music Lesson Day). — Weather very uncertain. FRIDAY. — Fair, especially so toward noon. SATURDAY.— A perfect day! ! ! f vt SI) What two quotations from Shakespeare ' s Julius Caesar do Ward girls think Miss Jen- nings has memorized ? Caesar to Antony: I shall remember. ' ' Ctesar to Trebonius: What, Trebonius ! When Cfesar says, ' Do this, ' it is performed. R is for Art, which this book represents. It cannot be reckoned in dollars and cents. « C3. C3 is for Boys, Billiards, and Beer, nd other bad things that all girls should fear. Q is for Candles, which shed a triad light On all of the feasts that we have in the night. D is for Dancing each day at recess, % Though it isn ' t much fun without hoys, we confess. is for Essays the Seniors must - write, Which often present a most pitiful sight. fill the teacher finds out, then the trouble ' s begun. G is for Golf, and, though we don ' t play, We wear a golf costume on each rainy day. is for Holiday so rarely we get, The absence of which j is a cause for regret. I is for Iris, the finest of books, Whose contents you ' ll find quite as good as its looks. is for Jennings, the Belle of Ward ' s school, Who surely peals forth, if we break any rule. K is for Kitchen, so clean and so neat, From which issue forth our bread and our meat is for Letters we get at mail call. And if we don ' t get them, then our tears fall. is for Music, whose discord and strain From pianos below do give us a pain. N is for Nashville, the city of learning; Toward this great center the thou- sands are turning. fill bW O is for Order; how often we ' ve heard, Two in a line, no room for a third! P is for Pit-a- Pat, the cutest of creatures, Who ' s just as well known as pupils or teachers. is for Questions we get in the elass. We often don ' t know them, and so let them pass. R is for Rosa, who waits at the door, Who takes up the flowers and candy galore. is for Seniors, the heads of the school, Who are never supposed to break any rule. T is for Thanksgiving, the day for the game That wins for old Vanderbilt glory and fame. is for Ugliness, which none of us own; Hut perhaps it will visit us when we are grown. Y is for Vanderbilt, who the cannon did paint; Their names for this act received not a taint. is for Ward ' s, a school of re- nown; It is by far the best of our town. X Z Y are values unknown, And into the waste- basket will have to be thrown. ffijl i - £-lJL_ t z ' a- uJ- cL - - - Ty- L - u t i nJLL- £ 3? Cr-z , r i first original essay.) Le Lotus Dans les jours quand le monde ctait jeune, et l ' homme avait fait peu d ' impietements dans les forets et les retraites favorites de la Mere Nature, elle allait souvent par iei et par la parmi les scenes de ses creations, et conferait encore plus familierementque maintenant avec ses enfants, en embellissant et encourageant les fleurs a fleurir, l ' herbe a. pousser, et les grands arbres a repandre leurs branches pour proteger le voyageur. Une de plus jolie de ces scenes fut une grande vallee, dont la beaute fut gatee par la presence d ' un fleuve qui prenait son cours au millieu, et foncee et engourdie l ' eau qui etait en grande contraste aux arbres et le feuillage qui saillent ses rives. Un jour, en passant, la Mere Nature voyait le fleuve noir avec sa converture d ' ecume, de limon, et de la boue au dessus. C ' est vraiment une contradiction du loi qu ' il y a de beaute partout, disait-elle, et se met- tait a. l ' embellir. Dans la place ou l ' ecume e ait plus epais et la boue plus profonde, elle jetait une petite semence, satisfie qu ' avaut longtemps, une change prendrait place. Au primtemps on voyait une legere meunte sur l ' eau, et apres quelques jours il y avait des proruesses tendres qui developpaient bientot en ferrilles qui flottaient sur la surface d ' une forme dif- ferente qu ' ou n ' avait jamais vu. Sur les ferrilles il y avait un bouton, qui commencait a grandir et sortir de sa forme conicale sous l ' enfluence du soleil. Un matin les creatures du foret furent sur- prises voir, parmi l ' ecume, une fleur parfaite, supportee seulement par ses propres feuilles, sans tache sur l ' eau noire du fleuve. Les hommes ignorants le tenaient en reverence, pensant qu ' elle signifiait le monde, parce- qu ' elle representait si bien les elements dont ils croyaient — la terre, l ' eau, l ' air et le feu. Mais nous, nous voyons une plus jolie et plus profonde signification. II semble montrer que n ' importe quoi les environemeuts d ' un homme, il pent triompher sur eux, et devenir aussi bel et aussi pur que ce lis, donnant a son propre charactere plus de gloire en contracte avec ses environements; et com- me, quand l ' hiver vient, la cosse est tenue dans son lit, attendre l ' arrival du primtemps, quand il retourne au surface avec encore plus de beaute qu ' autrefois, nous avons l ' idee de l ' eternite. II y a des lecons merveilleuses que la Mere Nature apprenue ses enfants ! MARY CHEATHAM (age 15). The Exhibition HERE is a beating of drums; two little hoys arrayed in shabby uniform march up and down before the tent. The crowd, but a few moments ago widely scattered, gather about the door. They listen to the in- ducements of the spieler, but the demand for entrance is very small. Mothers are hurrying dirty children away, saying: O, dreadful! No you don ' t want to go in there; the snakes would bite you! The children, on account of their dense- ness — the world fondly calls it innocence — are easily pulled It is a poor crowd and a poor tent in a public park. It must be something good, to bring the long-treasured dime from the almost empty pocket. The spieler cries out des- perately: Wait, ladies and gentlemen; bring back the chil- dren. See! the queen herself appears. At this the crowd turns back to gaze upon the snake charmer. She stands upon the raised platform, decked in gaudy tinsel — green, yellow, )j! and red. Two long, slender snakes twist and wind themselves about her. Her face is pale, almost cadaverous; but there is a pose, an indescribable something — perhaps the curve of her neck or the slight sway of her body — that suggests the serpents. The spieler continues: This lady doesn ' t enslave the snakes; she has an affection for them. See! she kisses them. This longer one — O no; it won ' t let me touch it! is named Glider; the other, a little shorter, though larger in diameter, is Crawler. Come closer; look at them ! They are as healthy specimens as there are in the world. All the time the woman coils the beautiful, glistening creatures about her arms, measures them out before the crowd, kisses them, and faintly smiles. This lady, cries the showman, has traveled with Barnum ' s circus. She has been the wonder of every people to whom she has shown her marvelous powers. Come in and see the wonderful gentleness of the boa constrictor! She, standing, with that grace so peculiar to her, listens indifferently to the words that have rung so many times in her ears. Slowly she coils Glider around her right arm, and finally about her neck. A sudden convulsion paralyzes her face. She tears frantically at the snake. There is a cry of horror from the crowd. The showman springs forward, grasps and struggles with the serpent. The silent, deadly creature is seen to jerk and tighten his coil. The force of the spieler dislodges it, hissing and venomous. Ah, but the tinsel — the green, yellow, and red — lies in one insensible mass; the face, black and distorted, is horrible to see. Glider, the traitor, has played his last part; his survival is but a moment longer than that of the betrayed. BESSIE Barr. First Little Girl (carrying in her hand a letter in a mourning envelope): What do you suppose thev put this black around the edge for ? Second Little Girl (proudly): Why, so it will go to the Dead Letter Office, of course. The Advantages of an Education THE TSF THE The Evolution of a Name at Ward ' s I do beseech vou ( Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers), What is your name ? Shakespeare, The Tempest. At Home 1st Year at Ward ' s 2d Year Mary a f Mamie b (.Maymye a 1 Mae b I Marie Lucy Lucye Lucile Sai.i.ik Sara Saidee Susie Sue Suzanne Lillie Lii.y Lillian Evie Eva Evangeline: Fannie Frankie Frances Kittie Kate Katherine Mattie Mattye Martha Jennie JANETTE Janice Patty Pattye Patricia Maggie Margaret Marguerite What ' s in a name? Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. —St. c. c. Alpha Chapter of the Delta Sigma Sorosis FOUNDED IN 1894. NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE Colors— Light Blue and Purple. Flower —Violet. Yell — Delta Sigma, Delta Sigma, Mazette, Mazette, Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, Dura Vivimus Vivamus. Officers Marie Brooks Stafford Isabel Sevier Williams Katie Niel Winstead Rebekah McEwen Kinnard Grand High Mogul Vice Regent Ouccstor Chartuliaria Beta Chapter OgontzOgontz, Pa. 9 Roll of 1899- J 900. jt Effie Barrow. Hermine Haverkamp. Rebekah Kinnard. Katie Mai Landrum. Mary Rodgers. Madeleine Park. Marie Stafford. Isabel Williams. Katie Niel Winstead. Martha Tappan. J Sorores in Urbe Mrs. V, F, Allen, Martha L.anier Scruggs. Mrs. John E. Garner. u a iC me aocu to tefT ffie (« acreil « torLj true, a ' neafft ffte m tic f pePP, fit ern nn ' c} in f m6oP s fwo? fnat coouPil rno t cjeailPij 8e; Soon tneuj ' c| mafte a eorp e of me [n ioPafe mudt 8e tneir fro se, (2rocoind out of SacreiL fie , Y ac e in faif§ a ail € orn of Po e; PP to eacn for a;ye aPPie S Delta Sigma Sorosis A CLOUD-A VISION J A Cloud — Sing a song of pretty maids — maidens young and fair! .Sing of our Sorosis! Sing its virtues rare! Thus a bearer came to me, Sitting in my room; Thus he said and left me then Wrapp ' d in mental gloom. Then my soul within me groan M, shriek ' d, and This is why my brow is sad, overcast with care; tore its hair; This is why my face is pale, eyes in circles stare, For the man had left the word with no points to j for them nQ „ brjcks ,. ca „ make| r ' ,. . . . ,, For thev sent no straw. I would sing — of course, I would, Ride my muse to death ; Why, to set such task for one I was taught to serve the fair Is against the law! With my latest breath. A Vision — But softly, now, there comes a vision Of a band of fairest maids, Link ' d in one true round of union, Join ' d in lo ve which never fades. Fair they are, as maidens should be, Such a sisterhood is lovely! True and loyal to the core, Like a string of pearls are they Banded for all holy uses, On a cord of virtues thread ' d, Friends and loved ones evermore. Join ' d by love, though far away. Then, all hail to Delta Sigma! May her ranks forever grow, May the charms that now bedeck her Never loss nor fading know ! — D. R. S. Officers ROWENA JONKS, President Lizzette Dickson, Secretary M a.ry Foster, I ' icc President Isabel White, Treasurer D. Q. R. Club Organized January, 1897. Colors — Emerald and Old Gold. Flower — White Carnation. Officers Maggie May Wilson May Johnston Steed Cecil Sharon Tipton Floyd Ash Wilson Edith Pauline Hooper President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Sergeant-at-Arms Members Edith Pauline Hooper, Colorado. Lena Stegall, Tennessee. Mary Johnston Steed, Tennessee. Cecil Sharon Tipton, Tennessee. Maggie May Wilson, Mississippi. Freddie Mae Schamberger, Tennessee. Floyd Ash Wilson, Mississippi. Gladys Holmes, Texas. Mattie Sue Smith, Tennessee. TL4T ' . ) ' — i ORGANIZED OCTOBER. 1899 Motto : Eat, drink, and be merry. Favorite Occupation: Dissecting jokes. ' Lyda Jackson. Lena Stegall. Martha Tappan. Zipporah McCoy. Leola Millette. Mary Rodgers. Hattie Bethea. Effie Barrow. To thee, O Clio, goddess fair of literature and art, Who long delightful sway hath held O ' er each ambitious heart, We sing. For ' twas from thee that inspiration came, To gain a firmer hold on all you love And form the club which proudly bears thy na The C. L. C. When slowly pass the hours from day to day, ' Till Saturday once more hath made the round, We cast our trials to the winds away And meet with thee. And while we sit within some cozy bower, And take the stitch that saves the other nine, One reads aloud the best book of the hour, And all is gay. 1! Long may you live in poetry and fame, O goddess born! We, striving, shall prove worthy of the name- ' ' Qlioniau. -J. B. Clionian Literary Club President J ' iee President Secretary Treasurer Virginia D. Beech Mamie E Adams Lizette B. Dickson Jane L. Biles Members C. L. C. Effie Barrow. Margie Lin Caldwell. Wilmoth Cannon. Rebecca Carpenter. Daisy Faulkner. Edna Frierson. Bessie Herman. Rebekah Kinnard. Evelyn Little. Zipporah McCoy. Mary Keene Shackelford. Cornelia Webb. Floyd Wilson. Maggie May Wilson. Katie Neil Winstead. Gladys Holmes. WARD CHORUS CLUB Ah, we have sighed for rest ! Class Flower: Star(r) Jessamine. Class Colors : Green and White. President : Treasurer : Evelyn Isabel Houston Little. White. Blanche Steams. Vice President Margie L:n Mary Steve Caldwell. Epler. Hattie Secretary : Cunningha Lizzette Susie Elizabeth Dickson. Abney. Anita Alison. Floyd Ash Wilson. Freddie Mae Schamberger. Bessie Claire Hefley. Cecil Sharon Tipton. Rubve Lee Chamberlain. I.ura ( ' , Goodn Elizabeth Ann Herman. Rowena Jones. Mary Fletcher Rather. Bertha Faulk. Sadye Cohn. Charles Wanzer Starr, Director. Flower — Chrysanthemum. Colors — Orange and Turquoise Blue Motto — Ars longa, vita brevis. Club Day St. Cecilia ' s Day, November 22 THE Maude Stebbens. Alma Patterson. Susie Abney. Margie Lin Caldwell. Ethel Smith. Emma Gale Craig. Lillian Williams. - Eliza Tally. Ethel Wallace. Daisy Smith. Bertha Gardner. Katie M. Landrum. Lettie Owen. Marion Strickla Maud Wilson. Miss L. C. Caldwell, President. Anna Blanton. Virgie Monroe. Marie Stafford. Maggie Kennedy. Lollie Baisden. Potpourri A posthumous work is one written by an author after he is dead ! Beethoven ' s infirmity was his bad temper! A flat lowers a note and a sharp highers a note ! St. Cecilia is the pattern saint of music! Bach ' s music is really better than it sounds! Poco a poeo means hi poky along! The most noted thine about Handel was his Studio Club NAME. ™te expression. OCCUPATION. OESTINY. Frith. Fanev-racv [ ' 11 never paint another plate. Looking for the Wilson Brothers. Teaching in China. Peck. Pecker- wood; I ' m Mr. Longman ' s pet. ' . ' Talking about the boys. An early grave (talked herself to death). DlFFENDERFEER. DilT. I guess I ' ll paint China. Painting violets. A famous flower paint ' r. REID. Sue. Where ' s Mrs. Longman? Giving; art lessons. Poet of the studio. Campbell. Camp. ' Just anything. Cleaning casts. Sculptor. Wendell. Old Maid. () mercy! Here ' s Mr. I.. Erasing her drawings. Painting portraits. Murray. Silence. What period is this? Arranging flower studies. Designer. Faulkner. Little D. F. Give me tapestry, or give me death. Waiting for inspiration. Whitewashes Rodgerb. Brownie. It is the elites ' thing. Cutting the class. Signboard painter. TURLEY. Gibson. What must I do next? Disparaging her work. Excelling Gibson. WlTHERSPOON. Snippy. I said so and so. Making book covers. A French teacher. Bronson. Vanderbilt. St. Louis is the only place. Painting something for papa. A St. Louis society Morgan. Rene. What do you think of that? Designing. Illustrator. Dlanton. Nancy. I ' ll tell papa on you. Painting water colors. A famous artist. McEwen. Mac. 0. do you think so? Sketching from life. An artist of the twen- tieth century. HlTT. Dear. Just any old thing. Painting China. Something good. Kerley. Patsy. Avoid the appearance of evil. Telling the story of the nervous The world-renowned traveler. LONGMAN Mrs,] Legion. Girls he quiet. Working for the girls. Nervous prostration. LONGMAN (Mr.) Jack. Go to work, girls. Advising Mrs. I,, in French. Reincarnation. Pit-a-Pat. Darling. Bowwow. Sitting in the window. A little angel. THE IRIS CLUB. Iris Club ' tOME writer has said, Our most joyous moments, as well as most profitable, are spent in earliest childhood; but we, the Iris Club, have no such ideas, for we well know that no happier nor more profitable moments could be spent than at our meetings. At the beginning of the year, the Senior Class formed themselves into a club, tak- ing the Iris editorial staff as officers. Their sole aim was to make the paths of the Iris spread as far and as wide as those of the Comet. They met every two weeks and discusssed Iris, handed in various literary matter, and, ' though always at work, had very pleasant times. At the first meeting the President reminded us to label everything we handed in, especially the jokes. A crowd of little boys, playing in the court, attracted by our witty (?) remarks, marched up to the window. They stood still for a little while; but the subject under discussion being too deep for them, they began cake walking. Being so engrossed with our own work, we left them unnoticed for a few moments, when a shout, a crash, and then— we looked up just in time to see our dignified Business Manager jumping through a closed window, which, in her excitement, she had forgotten to raise. All tried to talk at once, but one tap of the bell by the well-trained Secretary brought silence. In the clear, sweet tones so characteristic of our President, she asked: Miss , please read what you have written. I didn ' t write anything; but, really, I have an idea, Miss Presi- dent, but I can ' t express it. Why don ' t you freight it, then ? was the consolation received. For the next few minutes, profound silence ensued, broken only by the low, musical voice of our Treasurer, as well as treasure, reading one of her charming stories. When she had finished, our class poet began reading the class poem. Only a few verses had been read, when the door was opened and Mr. Blanton came in to inquire as to whose funeral services were being held. We told him not to be alarmed ; that it was only the class poem. It seemed that our good President was unusually anxious about us that day, for a little later when our Business Manager was indulging in a little laugh over one of the numerous jokes, the door was hurriedly thrown open, and again Mr. Blanton wanted to know if any one was in dis- tress and whether we needed assistance. We assured him that his fears were groundless and invited him to stay with us; perhaps we could entertain him for a few moments. He sat in a remote corner, and when next we noticed him he was actually reading a letter. The ringing of the bell announced a visitor for him, and once more we were left alone and ready to carry on our work; but as it is time for the Iris to go to press, I can tell no more of the achievements of this, the Iris Club. Maude Selig. The Iris HE very name, Iris, brings to our minds thoughts of beauty and gladness. Before Nature spreads her green carpet beneath the leaf- less trees, the little iris springs up, bringing with it beauty and fragrance, and announces the coming of Spring, with her sweet song birds and beautiful flowers. This little herald comes to announce to us, after months of wind and snow, the coming of bright, sunshiny days; but its name- sake, The Iris, will not be a herald; its voice will, in after years, speak to us from its musty leaves and remind us of all the pleasure and happiness that we, as the class of nineteen hundred, enjoyed at Ward ' s. Minnie Fisher. Wheel Club Daisy Faulkner Mary Rodgers Officers President Gladys Holmes Vice President Maude Stebbins Secretary Treasurer Misses Adams. Alison. Baisden. Beech. Biles. Diffenderffer. Faulkner. Haverkamp. Harrison. Colors — Black and Yellow. Flower — Black-eyed Susan. Motto — United we ride, provided we do not fall. Members Misses Hefley. Holmes. Hooper. Jackson. Kinnard. Rodgers, M. Reid. Schamberger. Shwab. Misses Sokoloski. Stebbins. Stegai.l. Webb, C. Webb, M. Wilson, M. M. Wilson, F. Winstead. WOOTEN. Rowena Jones. Cecil Tipton. Mamie Adams. Lizzette Dickson. Essie McBride. Mamie Burke. Maggie May Wilson. Edna Goans. Martha Lassing. Mary Keen Shackelford. Leola Millette. Lollie Baisden. Sadie Cohn. Virginia Pippen. Zipporah McCoy. Ethel Smith. Meta Mitchell. Emma Gale Craig. Genevieve Goodrum. Lulu Mullens. Bessie Herman. Mary Epler. Katie Neil Winstead. Sudie Lacy. Beulah Johnson. Rubye Chamberlain. Mattie Sue Smith. Floyd Wilson. Emma Berry. Mary Blantou. Pearl Guuter. Katie May Landrum. Martha Tappan Anna Blanton. Grace Diffeuderffer. Lyda Jackson. Freddie Schamberger. Officers Maggie May Wilson May Steed Mattie Sue Smith Katie May Landrum President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Members Hermine Haverkamp. Celeste Harrison. Cecil Tipton. Zipporah McCoy. Marie Stafford. Isabel Williams. Virginia Beech Floyd Wilson. Edith Hooper. Mary Foster Lena Stegall. Daisy Faulkner. Grace Diffenderffer. Frf:ddie Schamberger. ver Blossom. Colors— Red and White. Officers KATHARINE CORNELIA WINSTEAD PRESIDENT CORNELIA WEBB Vice President MARIE STAFFORD SECRETARY ISABEL WILLIAMS Treasurer Members MARY ADAMS. SARAH BERRY. JANE BILES. RUBY CHAMBERLAIN. EDNER FRIERSON. FLORA SMITH. LILLIAN SCOTT. MARY RODGERS. EVELYN LITTLE. ANNIE HUEY. MARY G. WEBB. VIRGINIA BEECH. MATTIE MAY SUMMERS. MARGIE LIN CALDWELL. RUBY EZELL. EDNA GOANS. MATTIE SUE SMITH. NELIA O ' NEAL- REBEKAH KINNARD. MARY LOUISE LOVE. BEULAH JOHNSON. CORNELIA WEBB. FREDDIE SCHAMBERGER. EMMA BERRY. WILMOTH CANNON. WILLIE COWAN. DAISY FAULKNER. MARY GILLILAND. LUCILE ROGERS. ALMA PATTERSON. MAY ' STEED. BESSIE HERMAN. ROWENA JONES. LENA STEGALL- KATHARINE CORNELIA JANE BERRY. REBECCA CARPENTER. HATTIE CUNNINGHAM. MINNIE FISHER. MARIE STAFFORD. LOUISE SHWAB. MARY RATHER. SUDIE LACY. GEORGIA HICKERSON. CECIL TIPTON. ISABEL WILLIAMS. WINSTEAD. Officers MARY B. PROSSER PRESIDENT EDITH HOLLAND ----- VICE PRESIDENT GRACE DIFFENDERFFER Secretary META MITCHELL - Treasurer J Honorary Members MRS. BLANTON. MISS CHAPMAN. MISS JENNINGS. MISS MARY BLANTON. MISS ANNA BLANTON. Louisiana ■ Colors — Green and White. i7% Flower — Orange Blossom. Ly Refreshments — Yellow fever germs, bayou water, v l Southern moonshine , and sugar cane. in Yell— Rah, Rah, Rah, UK Here we are, ■ i Gumbo, gumbo, KF THI Mardi Gras. lRf Louisiana! Officers Maude L. Selig, President. Myrtle Sokolosky, Vice President. Maude E. Stebbins, Secretary and Treasurer. J- Members Lettie Owen. Effie Mason. Elise Chaffe. Maude Selig. Edna Lichtenstein. Myrtle Sokolosky. Maude Stebbins. Greeting We come from the land where the orange flower blossoms; From the land of the citron, the lemon, the palm; Where the meadow lark sings like an angel in heaven And the air is a breath of perpetual balm. We come, a gay band of light-hearted maidens; The warmth of our climate instilled in our veins; The joy of the sweet, sunny South in our bosoms; Our minds filled with summer ' s soft, musical strains. We come to the cold, sterner North for a i We come with misgiving, with shudder, with dread; For the blood that now throbs through our warm, sunny nature Runs cold, if grim ' Winter but shake his gray head. For we love not the cold, nor the wind, nor the rain storm; We long for the cheer of our far Southern home; We droop and we pine for the sun ' s genial luster; Like exiles ' mongst strangers we hopelessly roam. Nay, nay; not at all ! That, indeed, was the picture That filled our sad hearts with forehodings so dread; But we learned that a wealth of warmth and of welcome Awaited us here, ere our greetings were said. And we knew that the blasts of the chillest of winters Would warm by the blood that a tender heart thrills, And felt that the breasts of our own Southern comrades Had withstood the fierce storms with their terrors and ills. O, friends, gentle friends, of our home of adoption, When again, with farewells, we may tearfully seek The soft, sunny clime we as tearfully quitted, One boon of you, comrades, we, ardent, bespeak ! May the thoughts that of us you will tenderly cherish Be as kind as the welcome received from your hands By the shy little band of timid young maidens Who left, to be with you, their own sunny lands. EFFIE MASON. Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. -Kipling. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise, like a fountain, for me night and day; For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friends ? For so the whole round earth is ev ' ry way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. — Tennyson. Don ' t stop here — take a panoramic view of our friends. wa . mere Awarded a Silver medal at the national Photographers ' Convention Chautauqua new Vork i$99, and a Bronze medal in i$97 230 North Cherry Street w s RECEIVED HIGHEST AWARD PORTRAIT PHOTOGRAPHY TENNESSEE CENTENNIAL Jt MANY OF THE GROIPS IN THIS BOOK WERE MADE BY THIS FIRM MEADORS SON Up-to-date Shoes ... at Right Prices ...FINE SHOES... FOR FINE FEET We invite you to call and see us 306 UNION STREET NASHVILLE, TENN. The Daily American Prints all the News 15 Cents per week 65 Cents per month . . . $8.00 per year . . . NASHVILLE AMERICAN CO., TELEPHONE 71 DR. D. R. 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THE LEADING BOOKSTORE OF THE STATE School and College Text-books, Latest Fiction, Fine Fashionable Stationery, Engraved Cards. . ' . Call on us for anything in the Book or Stationery Line. Hunter Welburn BOOKSELLERS AND STATIONERS 306 N. Market Street... NASHVILLE, TENN. A. BOOTH CO. Successors to CHASE St CO. WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN AND SHIPPERS OF Ti$l , Oysters, Game Poultry « 221 North Cherry Street NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE CHARLES PLICQUE ■ DEALER IN. FRESH AND SALT MEATS COUNTRY PRODUCE, ETC. Our Meat is the Highest Grade and First-class TELEPHONE 3127—3 RINGS 504 Broad Street NASHVILLE, TENN. TABLE LUXURIES ...SPECIALTY.. ORR, JACKSON CO. 176 North Market Street, Nashville, Tenn. JOBBERS OF FANCY GROCERIES hAMiifeMsfeMiAMdisIiiliriiMKi CALVERT BROS. AND TAYLOR... $ PHOTOS IN Carbon Platinum Aristo Platino PORTRAITS IN Oil, Pastel Crayon Water Colors India Ink, etc. Pbotograpkrs Ivory Miniatures a specialty. All the latest styles in mounting to be found at our house ' . ' . ' . V . ' . ' . ' . ' . CALVERT BROS. TAYLOR CHERRY AND UNION STS. NASHVILLE, TENN. ■fflNxCMf 14C5 t f ( f 3Hr£ 34C Mt ff | ff I 6 fan? l •■ % ft. ,W STUDENTS You will do well to buy your Shoes at our Emporium. You can always find the Newest Styles at the Lowest Prices. A SPECIAL, DISCOUNT ALLOWED TO ALL STUDENTS CLINE GORDON ..QUEEN.. SHOE HOUSE 406 UNION STREET JOHN D. ANDERSON CO. MINERS AND SHIPPERS ... High Grade Coal ... OUR SPECIALTY THE PEERLESS EMPIRE OFFICE 409 UNION STREET TELEPHONE 306 THE HOWE ICE CO, W. H. HOWE, President J H. HOWE, Manager MANUFACTURERS AND DEALERS IN Pure Distilled Water Ice c Main Office, Cor. Cherry and Union Streets, Telephone 43 Factory, Cor. North Cherry and Jackson Streets, Telephone 178 Ward Seminary buys of Telephone 102 M. E. Derryberry Co. ALL KINDS OF GROCERIES 221=223 Broad Street corner College CHEEK NORTON 210-212 N Market Street NASHVILLE, - - TENNESSEE Importers, Roasters, and Blenders High Grade Coffees I oKprk RlTlC First-class Dry Goods and Millinery jj LvUvvll Lll JiJ Stylish Goods at Lowest Prices «3 Summer Street, Nashville JOHN BRANHAM I,. W. HAI.I,, JR. BRANHAM HALL HIGH-GRADE Shoes, Suit Cases, Bags AND UMBRELLAS AT LOWEST PRICES 235 N. SUMMER STREET Telephone 67 NASHVILLE CLASS PINS AND MEDALS Geo. R. Calhoun Co. LEADING Jewelers gg Opticians FINE REPAIRING OUR SPECIALTY mbctt you w ' somc ° ne ' n an ° cr Urn out own or c y remcm cr ha m: viryvlll a y 0U can rcac h h im Bll$lltC$$ the quickest by Telephone CUMBERLAND TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY r. w. w. BERRY, Vice president. NASHVILLE TRUST CO. CAPITAL, $350,000 Acts as Administrator, Executor, Trustee, Assignee, Receiver, Agent, and in any fiduciary capacity. Wills receipted for and kept safely without charge. Boxes for rent in our giant fire and burglar-proof vaults. SAVINGS DEPARTMENT. As a proper and legitimate function of our business, deposits will be received and interest allowed thereon, subject to the rules, regulations and conditions governing this department. When desired, TIME DEPOSIT CERTIFICATES may be issued, ma- turing at a fixed date, at such rate of interest, and in such sums, as may be agreed upon. NO DEPOSITS RECEIVED SUBJECT TO CHECK. ' 311 North Cherry Street Vanderbilt Building PAPPAS ' PLACE LUNCH ROOM (J, G. PAPPAS PROPRIETOR 711 CHURCH ST. W. C. COLLIER GROCERY CO.-. GROCERIES Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Imported Domestic 601=603 Church St., Nashville, Tenn. Dorider $ Sidebottom CAKES AND CANDIES ICE CREAM . . . r n aV? ents 513 CHURCH ST, THE B. H. STIEF JEWELRY COMPANY ' S ,,Art Rooms.. 404 UNION STREET. JAS. B. CARR, Manager LARGEST STOCK IN THE SOUTH OF Diamonds, dt Watches, Fine Jewelry, g Fancy Goods EXCLUSIVE AGENTS FOR THE CELEBRATED LIBBY CUT GLASS GORHAM ' S STERLING SILVER SOUVENIR GOODS During Vacation You will no doubt want to do some sort of read- ing. We should be glad to have you call and make your selection from our large stock of mis- cellaneous books. If You Don ' t Have Time Before you return home, an order or inquiry by mail will have prompt attention. Write us. C. P. Publishing House NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE THE CHAS. H. ELLIOTT CO. S. W. Cor. Broad and Race Sts. Philadelphia, Pa. COMMENCEMENT INVITATIONS AND CLASS DAY PROGRAMS CLASS AND FRATERNITY STATIONERY FRATERNITY CARDS AND VISITING CARDS MENUS AND DANCE PROGRAMS BOOK PLATES. CLASS PINS AND MEDALS Class Annuals and Artistic Printing READ THE Nashville Banner PRINTS ALL THE NEWS ALL THE TIME W. Shomas 6on ...Wholesalers. Roast their i )un Coffee. Import their Own Tea. Grind their Own Spices. Make their Own Bak- ing Powders and Flavoring Extracts. Write for Special Rates for Hotels and Colleges... N. Market nr. Union St. ...NASHVILLE, TENN. GOSPEL ADVOCATE PUBLISHING CO. Stationers, Printers, Binders NVITE YOUR ATTENTION TO THEIR LINE OF FINE STATIONERY AND DIE AND PLATE WORK v . ' . v . . MM THIS BOOK IS FROM THEIR PRESS D NO. 232 NORTH MARKET STREET NASHVILLE, J TENNESSEE Starr Pianos MANUFACTURERS AND DEALERS The StaiT represents absolute perfec- tion as a production of the Piano maker ' s art in its highest development JESSE FRENCH PIANO ORGAN CO. PIANOS 240-24-2 N. SUMMER ST. FOR HENT NASHVILLE, TENN. Can Publishing House s„p P iy _ _ _ f t t any book M. t. Lhurch ouw t ant ._.. _ no matter where V published South . . . Books of Theology, Biography, History Poetry, Miscellany, Classics BARBEE SMITH, AGENTS AND PUBLISHERS NASHVILLE LONE STAR MARKET ' PHONE 1677 M. ADLEN, Proprietor only Native and Western FIRST- class Refrigerated Meats All kinds Imported and Domestic Sausages VEGETABLES AND ALL KINDS OF DELICACIES 214 N. SIMMER ST. GOOD GOODS! Nothing else is what you will find at Dry Goods, Draperies, Women ' s Ready-made Garments . . . NASHVILLE J. W. McCLELLAN Hollbrook .Sk . McClellan Jones... FRESH BUTTER, COUNTRY PRODUCE Boiled Boneless Hams, Eggs, Poultry, Sliced Hams, etc. STORE ' PHONE 746 DEALERS IN STALL 64, MARKET HOUSE ' PHONE 24-7 NASHVILLE JUNGERMAN GROCERS 403 AND KUb 1 £«£ PUBLIC SQUARE Pianos = Organs SHEET MUSIC SMALL ... INSTRUMENTS 531-533 CHURCH STREET Frank G. Fite NASHVILLE, TENN. We engrave plate and print LOO Visiting Cards for $-2.1)0. PAYNE STATIONERY CO. STATIONERS . . and ENGRAVERS Always consult us for latest styles 217 N, SUMMER ST., NASHVILLE, TENN. DeMatteo Bro. Fruits and Candies 157 N. Spruce St., cor. Church A BRIGHT SPOT THE tedium of daily routine and rigid discipline is a penalty of school life doubly wearing on the boarders, who cannot enjoy those privileges and in- dulgences of home which are afforded the local student. But there are oases where all restraint is laid aside and one is al- lowed the pleasure of her own inclina- tions. It is on shopping day the college maid asserts her feminine characteristics, with the liberty of indulging to the extent of her purse. As the cultivation of art and love for the beautiful is part of the course at Ward ' s, a shopping tour always begins at the handsome retail department of the PHILLIPS BUTTORFF MFG. CO. All that is beautiful and comfortable for the home, including the choicest art impor- tations from the best-known European manufacturers, may be found in this ideal store, and the reasonable prices named, the solicitous attention accorded, together with the lavish splendor of the entire building, render the visit a profitable and pleasurable experience, dear to the heart of every girl destined for the successive planes of sweetheart, wife, and mother. Memories of Cut Glass, Toilet Ware, and Bric-a-brac of loves early days will min- gle with thoughts of Stoves and Ranges, Dinner Sets, and outfits for dining rooms, kitchens, laundries, and dairies, and in- cline her thoughts to this establishment, no matter where her path may lead. CAMERAS PHOTO SUPPLIES Finishing a Specialty DUNCAN R. DORRIS Bicycles Sundries 153 NORTH SPRUCE ST. Up-to-date Soda Fountain Servi Robt. L. Eves, M. D. PRESCRIPTION DRUGGIST OPPOSITE TULANE HOTEL T, J, MOONEY CO. ..Plumbing 617 CHURCH ST. JOY SON Florists 604 CHURCH ST. HERBRICK LAWRENCE %| Heating and 5 Electrical Engineers FINE PLUMBING 607 CHURCH ST. THE LEADING DRV GOODS HOUSE OF THE SOUTH NEWEST GOODS ,J-fr So, SQUARE DEALING -=- fr A beautiful 4 W --tyof winsome . TRUNKS I J-I VALISES LARGEST VARIETY .W- V_W LOWEST PRICES MATTINGS THE CASTNER-KNOTT DRY GOODS GO. carpets SUMMER STREET, NASHVILLE RAILROADS BY TRUNK LINE connections RA |LROADS — NASHVILLE — THE GREAT SCHOOL CENTER IS EASILYACCESSIBLE FROM ALL POINTS OF THE COMPASS WARD SEMINARY FOR YOUNG LADIES THE GREAT CENTRAL SCHOOL FO R YOUNG WOMEN HAS PUPILS THIS YEAR FROM POINTS ON THE FOLLOWING WEU-KXOWN RAILROADS NASHVILLE, CHATTANOOGA ST. LOUIS ILLINOIS CENTRAL TEXAS PACIFIC LOUISVILLE NASHVILLE COTTON BELT HOUSTON TEX. CENT. SOUTHERN RAILWAY IRON MOUNTAIN MISSOURI PACIFIC QUEEN CRESCENT CHOCTAW MEMPHIS M., K. T. ( KATY ) SANTA FE MOBILE OHIO INTERNATIONAL GREAT NORTHERN FRISCO NORFOLK WESTERN CENTRAL OF GEORGIA PLANT SYSTEM SOUTHERN PACIFIC WARD SEMINARY PUPILS are assured every COMFORT and COURTESY ' from all Local and General Agents of these LINES n ffo the Class cf 1 )Q0 Ward tfeminarif Perhaps no mercantile establishment in the world comes in such close relations of friendliness and acquaintanceship with young ladies of any institution of learning as we have with Ward ' s Girls during the past year. It has always been our aim to extend a welcome to the faculty and students of this great and deservedly recognized institution that would make them feel when in our store that this is a tempo- rary home. We believe we have succeeded. Each young lady, by her sweet ways and ladylike demeanor, has en- deared herself to us. May all of them find naught but happiness through life, and remember that letters from each when the) ' reach home will be held in high esteem by Their friends, L. JONAS CO. THE PALACE NASHVILLE, TENN.